|Watson and the Shark by J.S. Copley|
Read my story of activism for a shark fin free world on Media Co-op
Also see related groups Shark Fin Free Calgary & WildAid
Innumerable anemones, dim at the ocean floor, float and dance in the scintillating deep, a whirlwind of ocean currents spinning tendrils in the wondrous underworld of subconscious, inner space. The beauty of the sea is a palpable silence, a prenatal yearning within the sky’s reflective murder of inanimate light, into the shattered eye of a submerged mountain of a seemingly infinite myriad of species, blooming in the breathable space of instinctual lowering.
|Samudramantham (Churning of the Ocean of Milk) by Anonymous|
The eye craves the strength of mammalian fear in the world beyond worlds. Octopi, shark and jellyfish sweep the wobbling invertebrate mind with a bodiless air of unlit terror. A shark darts and flees past in a show of wise defense, and the octopi bleed ink in a haze of warring tests far enough to provoke the mirage-lust end of human sight, and jellyfish, unnervingly absent as the mind’s eye sleeps in a soporific atrophy of inhuman might.
|Still Life with Flowers, Shells, a Shark's Head, and Petrifications by Antoine Berjon|
Memory entangles my feet with the concrete ingenuity of familial presence. At the opposite stance from my underwater lung, I breathe the damp air of a midsummer day’s stretch aside my grandfather’s elder chair. His sitting comforts me into a warm bottom, a deathless life of generative following, to stare back into the eyes of immortal sight, the human heights of belonging, and I am content, a mind at rest, awake, conscious, and filled with reverberating speech.
_________A dripping hunger instills those following to go beyond sleep and be
In conscious wonderment, in the living dance
Dream today in a new and timeless breath,
To stave off the mindless, parasitic asp
Climbing inside mind through dreamless eye-shutters
Blocked by old-fashioned stone, brick and wooden carved hands
Holding my dancer, lover and beauty
To the song of my dreams
Woman of my life
Who holds no passion in sleep, and dreams awake
On the pedestal of a forlorn warning
That no shore is safe in this dreamless state without dance,
Yet to sing and become a new dance and dream anew
Before naked freedom announces song’s ending
excerpt "Impassioned Road to Being"